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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.