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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.