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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.