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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Can,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.