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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Gong,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.