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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.