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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.