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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.