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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.