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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.