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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.