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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.