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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.