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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.