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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.