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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.