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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.