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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.