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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.