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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.