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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.