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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.