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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.