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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.