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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.