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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.