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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.