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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.