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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.