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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.