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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.