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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.