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 Senegal 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.