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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.