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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Index,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.