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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Crime,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.