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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.