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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.