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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.