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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Model 500 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Slave,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.