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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.