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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.