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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.