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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.