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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.