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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.