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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.