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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.