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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.