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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.