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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.