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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Whodini,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.