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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.