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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.