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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.