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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.