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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.