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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.