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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.