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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.