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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.