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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.