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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.