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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.