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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.