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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.