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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.