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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.