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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.