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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.