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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.