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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Franke,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.