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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.