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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.