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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.