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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.