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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 808 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.