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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.