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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.