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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.