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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.