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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.