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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Organ,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.