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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.