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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Urselle,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.