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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.