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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.