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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.