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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.