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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Urselle,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.