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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.