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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.