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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.