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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.