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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.