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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Can,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.