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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.