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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.