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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.