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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.