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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Talk Talk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.