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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.