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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.