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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.