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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.