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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Smog,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.