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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.