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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Associates,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.