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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.