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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.