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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.