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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.