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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Can,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.