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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.