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 Uganda 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.