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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.