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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Television,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.