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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Faust,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Lalann,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.