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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.