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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.