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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Technova,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.