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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.