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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.