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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
DNA,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.