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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.