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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.