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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.