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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.