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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Franke,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.