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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.