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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.