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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.