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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.