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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.