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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.