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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.