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 Korea North 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.