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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.