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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.