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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.