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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.