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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.