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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.