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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.