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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.