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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
UT,
Crime,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.