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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.