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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.