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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.