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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.