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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Grauzone,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.