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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.