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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.