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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.