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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.