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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.