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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.