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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Names,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.