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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.