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 Liberia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.