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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.