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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.