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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.