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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.