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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.