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 Spain 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.