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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.