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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.