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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Gong,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.