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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.