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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.