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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.