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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.