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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.