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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.