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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Television,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Ituana,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.