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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.