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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.