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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.