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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.