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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.