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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.