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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.