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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.