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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.