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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.