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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.