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 Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.