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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.