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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.