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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.