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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.