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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.