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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.