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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.