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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.