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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.