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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.