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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.