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 India and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Brick,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.