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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.