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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.