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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Unwound,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.