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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.