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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.