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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.