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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.