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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Josef K,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.