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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.