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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.