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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.