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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Can,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.