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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Wire,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
CMW,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.