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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.