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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.