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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.