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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.