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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.