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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.