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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Rekid,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.