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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.