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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.