Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.