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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.