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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Lalann,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.