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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.