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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
the Association,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.