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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.