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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
New Order,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.