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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.