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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Names,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Skriet,
The Index,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.