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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.