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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Moebius,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.