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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 Columbus and Columbus.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.