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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
PIL,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.