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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.