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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.