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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.