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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.