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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.