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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.