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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.