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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.