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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.