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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Franke,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.