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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.