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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.