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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.