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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.