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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
UT,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.