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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.