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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.