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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.