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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.