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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.