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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Black Flag,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.