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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Can,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.