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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.