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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.