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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
the Human League,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.