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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.