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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Move,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Japan,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
AZ,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.