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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Visage,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.