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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.