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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.