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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.