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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.