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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.