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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 MDC to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.