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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.