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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.