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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.