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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
New Order,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.