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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Monks,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.