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 Nauru and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.