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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.