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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Ossler,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.