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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.