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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.