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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.