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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.