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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.