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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
MC5,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.