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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Remains,
X-102,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.