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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.