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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Skriet 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.