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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.