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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.