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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.