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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.