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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.