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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Unwound,
Nico,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.