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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.