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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.