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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.