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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.