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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Wire,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.