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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.