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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.