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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.