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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.