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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.