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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.