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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.