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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.