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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.