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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.