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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.