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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Slave,
Mars,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.