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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.