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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.