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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.