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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.