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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Organ,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.