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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.