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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.