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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Faust,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.