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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Franke,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.