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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
UT,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.