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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.