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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.