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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.