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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Scion,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
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.