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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.