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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.