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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.