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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.