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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.