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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.