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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
DNA,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.