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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.