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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.