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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.