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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.