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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 ABC 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.