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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.