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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.