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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.