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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.