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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.