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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.