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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.