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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.