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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.