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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Television,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.