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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.