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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.