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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.