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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.