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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Faust,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.