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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.