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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.