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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.