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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
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Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.