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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.