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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.