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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Crime,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.