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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Slave,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.