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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.