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 Syria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.