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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.