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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.