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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.