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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
UT,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.