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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.