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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.