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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.