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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.