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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.