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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.