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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.