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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.