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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.