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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
UT,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.