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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.