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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 LL Cool J 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.