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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
the Human League,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.