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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.