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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
June Days,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.