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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.