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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.