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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.