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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Scion,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.