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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Wire,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.