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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.