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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.