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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.