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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.