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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.