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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.