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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
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 Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.