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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.