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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
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.