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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
CMW,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.