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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.