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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.