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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
ABC,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.