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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.