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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.