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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.