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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.