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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Scion,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.