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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.