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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
This Heat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.