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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
June Days,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.