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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.