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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.