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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.