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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe 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.