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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.