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 Nauru 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.