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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.