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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DNA to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.