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 Burundi and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.