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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.