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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.