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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.