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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.