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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.