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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.