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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.