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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.