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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.