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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.