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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.