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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
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Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.