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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.