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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.