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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.