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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Urselle 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.