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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.