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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Organ,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.