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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.