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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.