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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Wire,
This Heat,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.