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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.