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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.