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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.