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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.