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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.