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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.