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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Niagra,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.