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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.