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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Ludus,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.