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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Wire,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.