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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.