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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.