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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.