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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.