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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.