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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.