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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Swans,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.