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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.