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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.