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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Index,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.