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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.