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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.