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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.