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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
the Slits,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.