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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.