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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.