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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.