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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.