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 China and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Index,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.