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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.