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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.