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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.