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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.