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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.