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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.