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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.