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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.