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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.