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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.