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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.