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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.