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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.