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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.