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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.