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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.