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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.