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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.