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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.