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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.