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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.