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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.