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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.