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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.