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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.