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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.