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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.