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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.