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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.