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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.