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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.