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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Monks,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.