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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Hashim,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.