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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Doors,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.