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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.