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 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.