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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.