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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Swans,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
UT,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.