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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.