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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.