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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.