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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.