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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.