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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.