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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.