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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.