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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.