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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.